A whirlwind, a fury, kuklos, formidable spiral in motion. Escaped from who knows where, he runs, evading his fate, tearing and breaking all on his path with his mace heavy blows, shreds of his falling-apart chains. A monster, abomination with a unique and globe-like eyes... When you meet his eye, this feeling of calm and peace surprises you for a fraction of a second, a true moment of suspension in the midst of the torture session, before the unleashed elements resumes, only to finish you off.
The few witnesses still alive had said so, but we had much trouble believing them:
As a hurricane washing over me...
The passage of the cyclone.
The passage of the cyclops.